Smoke saturates the stale air surrounding me. I enter the enigmatic darkness--like a bar within a darkroom. Undeveloped images of bare beauties envelops me, intriguing to the core.
The uniform smell of lust and wanting wafts around the club, animalistic, as if the beat of urban tribal mating carries the scent of sin within.
She lays on me, touches me, nearly kisses me, and keeps me wanting, waiting, paying; I can almost taste the sweat on her chest...
But she does not love me.
How can such a place exist? Despite the presence of so many people illuminated by neon stage light, this place is void of true humanity, the opposite of stark reality; like there's too much to resist.
I look around and all I see are broken dreams; through the dark, their faces scream "escape..."
The uniform smell of lust and wanting wafts around the club, animalistic, as if the beat of urban tribal mating carries the scent of sin within.
She lays on me, touches me, nearly kisses me, and keeps me wanting, waiting, paying; I can almost taste the sweat on her chest...
But she does not love me.
How can such a place exist? Despite the presence of so many people illuminated by neon stage light, this place is void of true humanity, the opposite of stark reality; like there's too much to resist.
I look around and all I see are broken dreams; through the dark, their faces scream "escape..."
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